I really must make more lists. As I’m going about my week I think to myself “I’ll tell my readers this on Sunday” but when Sunday comes I can barely remember what I did an hour ago let alone on Tuesday 😉
I do know that I spent the whole of Monday in bed with a migraine due to my attendance at the Photography Salon last weekend. It was to be expected but still sucked.
The good news is I am feeling so much better since starting the Spatone iron water for my low ferritin and making a concerted effort to include iron-rich veggie foods at every meal and snack. When I first tried the Spatone it gave me awful nausea, stomach pains and a bit of a runny bum (iron supplements are notorious for giving people gippy stomachs), so I took a break then restarted it a little bit at a time, working up to a full sachet. I now have no side effects and the daily dizziness I’ve had for months has totally gone 🙂
After 16 days my cold is still lingering. I’m not alone – a friend at Camera Club also has the bug and has been coughing and sniffling even longer than me. I woke this morning and my runny nose finally seems to have dried up, only to be replaced by the raging sore throat which started the whole debacle. WTF?! I take Sambucol daily (which contains both Vitamin C and concentrated elderberries which are high in mast cell stabilizing quercetin), with added vitamin C in my Spatone, yet the bioflavanoid doesn’t seem to be helping my immune system fight the good fight. On the plus side my hive outbreak, brought on by my mast cells having a virus-induced hissy fit, has finally cleared up though I did have to use steroid cream on my butt for a week. For anyone who wants to know the technical ways in which mast cells react to viruses see Lisa’s article here.
I was given a garden centre voucher as a “thank you” when I left my volunteer job as compositor for our Church newsletter recently, so on Tuesday my bezzie and I had lunch out and a potter round a Nursery. I bought 11 plants which, with my voucher, only cost me £8 🙂 I now have to find the energy from somewhere to actually put them in my garden! I love gardening but plants are now so expensive I can hardly ever afford to buy any and actually doing any gardening cripples me
I finally exploded over the situation with my 90 year old next door neighbour this week. She fractured her hip last year and now has great difficulty walking let alone doing anything else. She has two children who are about as much use as a chocolate fireguard. My neighbour agreed to home care, but they were terrible – often turning up an hour late and sending someone different every week so that no-one ever knew what needed doing. It rightly drove my neighbour nuts so she cancelled them. Her house isn’t just filthy, it’s squalid. She only has a bath 4 or 5 times a year. She has a skin condition, which means she has weeping, pussy, bleeding blisters constantly. She wears blood soiled clothes and sleeps in a blood soiled bed which again only gets changed 4 or 5 times a year. Her kitchen is so dirty you can hear your feet sticking to the floor when you walk in there. No-one seems to be helping her and it makes me furious. It’s now so bad I feel physically sick when I visit as her house is so disgusting. So on Wednesday, when I was paying my cleaner £10 an hour to clean my house, I went over to my neighbours and cleaned her oven. Four hours and a lot of elbow grease later it’s still only 50% clean but at least it’s something. Her hob is now spotless, but sitting on it is the most disgusting pan and casserole dish you’ve ever seen. They’re beyond cleaning, so I’m buying her some new ones this week even though I can barely afford it. She can no longer reach her wall units, so there is food and crockery all over the counter tops which makes cleaning those impossible. Why aren’t her children sorting all this out?!! She also has a huge apple tree in her garden, and all the apples have fallen off onto the lawn where they have lain rotting for months. So for the past two days I’ve been picking up apples and have so far filled 5 dustbin bags which I’ll have to take to the tip. Her only crime is being old and sick and unable to care for herself. The District Nurses know about her, Social Services know about her yet she is still left in filth – it’s inhumane.
Yesterday I aged 5 years. I was helping the neighbour mentioned above walk to a seat in her back garden, looked round and Bertie (who had been right next to me) was nowhere to be found. He has a tendency to wander up the village, so I thought he’d be on the verge at the front of the house. Nope. I called him. Nothing. I then spent 20 minutes running up and down the village like a loony toons shouting his name and couldn’t find him. I always fear that, being a cute Pedigree, if he’s loose in the village someone going past in a car will snatch him. I was crying and terrified. I was too exhausted to walk another step, so decided to get my neighbour back into her house so that I could get on my scooter and search further afield. I opened the back door, and there was the Bertster in her kitchen – he had pulled over the waste bin and was busily trying to eat the rubbish. I didn’t know whether to kill him or cuddle him! I have no idea how he got in the house as the back door was shut and why did the stupid git not bark when I was shouting for him if he couldn’t get back out?!
I’m now off to spray my throat with Ultrachloraseptic and am wondering if it’s OK to eat ice cream for breakfast!